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SINCERELY YOURS 

NELL KERE007 



THE EYES OF THE SOUL 

By 

Nell Kerfoot 



Houston, Texas 
Earl Kerfoot, Publisher 



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Copyrighted, 1921, by Earl Kerfoot 

All Rights Reserved 

Published November, 1921 



OEC 20 1921 

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THE EYES OF THE SOUL 



The eyes of the soul are never asleep 

And thru the present, past and future they peep 
That more of Truth, Knowledge and Under- 
standing thru Wisdom seek. 
Always the light of purple and mystic blues 
Awaken a LOVE within thy soul, 

For 'tis thru LOVE the door is opened to the 
eyes of the soul. 



Little Nan, hours of Happiness. 
May this book bring to you, 



CONTENTS 



LOVE 

YOU 17 

IF 18 

THE COTTAGE BUILT OF DREAMS 19 

A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS 20 

MY DREAM PICTURE 21 

WHILE THE SUN WAS SINKING 22 

THE SHADOW 23 

THRU THE MISTS 24 

GARDEN'S GATEWAY TO ROMANCE 25 

SOMETHING TO CHERISH 26 

SENTIMENT 27 

THE FADED FLOWER 28 

FRIENDSHIP 

FRIENDSHIP 32 

THE POWER OF THOUGHT 33 

MISSING YOU 34 

SOMEONE IS WAITING BY THE SEA 32 

A-ROAMING 36 

THE ANSWER TO WHERE 37 

GREETINGS FALSE AND TRUE 38 

TO A FRIEND OF YESTERDAY AND TODAY 39 



TRUTH 



TRUTH : 43 

THE GUIDING HAND 44 

ROSES 45 

RECOMPENSE 46 

THE ROBE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS 47 

THE OPEN DOOR 48 

ROSE OF A PURPLE PARADISE 49 

THE WORLD AFLAME 50 

LIFE 51 

SANDS 52 

MY PRAYER 53 



LYRICS 



THE SCRAP BOOK 57 

ORANGE BLOSSOMS 58 

SWEETHEART 59 

A TOAST FOR THREE 60 

THE HARVESTER A-FAR 61 

THE TREASURE SHIP .-. 62 

DESOLATION 63 

THE FLOWERS OF MORN _ 64 

THE LIGHT ^5 

THE ONE WAY 66 

THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE 67 

THE HIDDEN BOOK _ 68 

THE TEST ^9 

THE PASSER-BY ^^ 



ONWARD 



1 

LOVE 



15 



YOU 



Your eyes are as blue as the water 

When days are fair at sea, 
And how my heart does sing 

When to them a light of Happiness you bring. 

Your voice is as soft 

As the whispers sent from heaven to me ; 
The whispers that thrill my soul 

With sorrow and laughter, music and poetry. 

Your handclasp is one quite rare 

For 'tis firm yet soft 
And bespeaks a wonderful character 

With a love for the beautiful there. 

So on and on I might write 

Of the yours that go to make just you 
But as today you are many many miles away, 

I treasure the memory of One I Love, YOU. 



17 



IF 



If I were a red rose bud 

All beauties of Truth to you would be shown. 
If I were a violet 

All ages of wisdom before you would be drawn. 
If I were a plum blossom 

To you I'd sing the love songs of Wonderland. 
If I were a wild flower 

For you I'd pave a paradise all over the land. 
If I were only the many If 's of your Fairyland 

I'd nestle serenely in the palm of your hand. 



IS. 



THE COTTAGE BUILT OF DREAMS 



It was a happy day in May 

When you and I, strolled hand in hand down Love's pathway 
And built with dreams our cottage of Happiness. 

Once more that day in May I live o'er 
With richer colors falling on you all the while, 

And recall your first kiss with a smile. 
Life holds among Love's many towers 

The sweetest memory of all to me ; 
The cottage built of dreams, the cottage of Happiness that is ours 



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A VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS 



Far in the distance a voice called to me ; 

A voice filled with yearning as the soul calls to be free, 
And as it floated on the waves of the air 

It seemed to stab my heart and anchor there. 
Four hours my heart was filled with sorrow ; 

The sorrow that is brought by loneliness. 
Then my eyes filled with tears, 

And it seemed the hours were turned into years 
For thru a valley of dreams I traveled, 

Hand in hand with a life more precious than all else in the 
world to me, 
And as a meteor thru space is hurled 

Came this voice of wistfulness, this voice in the wilderness. 



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MY DREAM PICTURE 



Many are the hour I have spent „ .... 

With my dream pictur^in hand, 
And beautiful are the thoughts from a true heart sent ; 

Thoughts that quiet and strengthen 
More as the mountain than the sand, ; 

And thoughts that pave a bright waj; 
Thoughts that strengthen the mind, 

The thoughts so seldom we find ; 
Thoughts that bring happ^iness untold, 

And thoughts ever loyal to hold. 
My dream picture brings memories of happy hours 

Hidden in my heart, anaorig LOVE'S many towers. 



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WHILE THE SUN WAS SINKING 



While the sun was sinking mid clouds of gray, 

Memories drifted thru of a brighter day. 
First your laughter echoed as the sofest music ever heard, 

And it seemed to me a century till I heard a word. 
Then clear as the chimes of a monastery bell 

Echoed the words of the last farewell. 
The heavens changed and streaks of gold scattered throughout 
the West 

Like the cries of a heart for heaven to bless. 
And quickly the gold folded to lavender and then to blue. 

The mystic blue that holds a star of LOVE for you. 
So, with a sigh and the memory of your happy smile, 

My day began anew. 



22 



THE SHADOW 



When the gayety of life seems annulled from even the 
stream of bubbling youth, 
Days are long and not st) fair, for then 'tis hard to 
find the beauty of Truth. 
Though its days are lingering, and Future even allows 
it to cling steadfast, 
Its dwelling place is in the home of Love ; 
The Love that is as deep as the mighty sea and as high 
as the vaulted heavens above. 



23 



THRU THE MISTS 



Thru the mists there shines a star, 

Guiding true hearts that they might thru the gates to happiness go. 
Wonderland 'tis called, this place where nothing can mar , 

Where beauties are painted with nature's own hand, 
Where sweet waters flow and leaves rustle to and fro. 

Where colors of spring predominate in this Wonderland place. 
And hearts sing with happiness so great that 'tis written all over 
the face. 

Go to a shady nook and dream of such visions rare, 
And be thankful to the Father that such happiness is there, 

For He knows your every thought and deed, 
And thru the mists happiness is freed 

That it might come ten-fold to three. 



24 



GARDEN'S GATEWAY TO ROMANCE 



Romance is held in the pathway of Love 

Mid treasures and flowers whose fragrance drifts from above 
Its walls of caresses are sturdy and aged 

By those memories, clinging as the Ivy that ne'er fades ; 
Its flowers scent the hour that reaches the soul, 

The hour of Life's sweet story so old ; 
Romance is a dream, not always realized, 

But a dream that ne'er fades nor dies. 



25 



SOMETHING TO CHERISH 



As a silvery cloud drifted by 

My heart sang with happiness, 
But soon there comes a cloud of gray 

Where memories of you bless each day, 
And heaven's ovi^n beauties are greeted with a sigh, 

Because of missing you all the while. 
Yet, with all, you have left something to cherish ; 

Something to make life more worth while, 
Your happy smile. 



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SENTIMENT 



As I read my little book of thoughts from you, 

Each day I find hidden in some page something new 
That brings me dreams or visions fair 

Of a Happiness, more beautiful than with anything to compare. 
And as I turn its leaves one by one, 

Soon to a page scented with Jasmine I come. 
It takes me back over a hill of memories ; 

So real do they seem that the tears in my heart just stream; 
Tears of Happiness and tears of sadness ; 

Tears that have made me realize a love as sacred as heaven 
above 
Life goes on, but some days to me it seems still, 

Because One I love is absent, the One who built (.he hill. 



27 



THE FADED FLOWER 



Kissed by the morning dew 

My eyes opened with surprise to find you. 
My head was held high and my color was my pride 

But as the day grew my head began to droop 
And with the sunset's hue shading my eyes 

Your face grew blurred with the mists of the sky. 
Then came the night with its moon and starlight. 

It seemed I was hidden from your view 
But as a new day dawns my eyes again find you 

And with knowledge and wisdom 
My petals unfold to you your kingdom 

And bring you to realize the false from the true. 
Again, kissed by the morning dew 

My eyes find you. 



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FRIENDSHIP 



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FRIENDSHIP 



We love the sunset and dusk's golden hue, 
But the Friendship of one faithful and true 

Often sparkles as a thousand tiny little stars 

And builds a love from within that no flame can mar. 

For the light therein brings a smile and a tear of happiness, 
so sweet 
That the very soul doth speak. 



32 



THE POWER OF THOUGHT 



The bell is tolling 

For the death of sin. 
Good is unfolding 

And taking a place within. 
As in silent prayer. 

So deep are the thoughts of a mutual Friendship, 
Listen to the singing in the wind 

Of the happiness held close in the heart. 
Not a word has been uttered, 

Yet a surprise thru the wind flutters, 
For there is strength, health and happiness 

In sweet words spoken in silence, 
Sweet thoughts that are caught in the waves of the air. 



33 



MISSING YOU 



When the shades of evening fall, 

Oft I wonder if you can hear true hearts call. 
Far off in the distance there are hands outstretched 

Waiting to clasp yours in heart felt Friendship. 
And there is a lone big star embraced in the heaven's mystic 
blue 

Twinkling with a love sent just for you. 
Cherished memories go floating by and surprises so beauti- 
ful and sweet 

Scented with flowers, bring tears of happiness down the 
cheek. 
And then they float their way that some day 

You, they might greet. 
Happiness ten-fold is ever for you to hold throughout 

Life's endless journey. 



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SOMEONE IS WAITING BY THE SEA 



Someone is waiting by the sea whose soul sings with music 

As the little waves murmur their sweet melodies, 
And moonbeams pJay on the waters of dreams. 

Someone is waiting by the sea where the hours are days and the 
days are weeks 
Because all the beauties of Wonderland are asleep. 
Even the dear little birdies and the sheep. 

Someone is waiting by the sea 

Waiting for you, your smile and happy laughter. 
The smile that bespeaks happiness everlasting. 

Someone is waiting by the sea. 

That sea of memories whose silvery waves sing into a heart 
of loneliness 
The good cheer and love a Friend sends to thee. 



35 



A-ROAMING 



Oft thru the ages we may roam, 

Gathering histories of Life in all its fullness, 
But in all, we meet with gloam ; 

The gloam that is like the sea's foam 
With its glorious colors all afire in its bubble. 

And, as we watch the one little bubble, how quickly it vanishes. 
Then untiringly our eyes search for another to be seen. 

To the Reamer there is sadness in the bubble's gleam 
And there is pity in his heart, 

For they are too frivolous and from this earth soon part. 
The Roamer is a Friend to all. 

But his heart goes out to those who do not heed the sweet 
messenger's call. 



36 



THE ANSWER TO WHERE 



Where there is romance floating in waves of balmy air, 

And where flowers scent the air with perfume so rare, 
Where the stars twinkle as they gaze into your face, 

And where the moon's silvery beams bring to you wonderful 
memories. 
Where smiles are your valet, ever ready to cloak you with Happiness ; 

A cloak that is quite different from the rest 
For 'tis a cloak of mystic blues that brings all the good in the world 
before you, 
Dear Friend, 'tis where you look you find the answer to all the 
whercs of whilom, 
And happy am I to have learned one Friend has found them. 



37 



GREETINGS FALSE AND TRUE 



There are greetings from afar. 

And there are greetings here at home, 
But beautiful as they are, 

For false thoughts, they cannot atone. 
'Tis hard but true. 

There is but one whose sincerity 
Glistens as the morning dew. 

And that one, my Friend, is you. 



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TO A FRIEND OF YESTERDAY AND TODAY 



As I knew you Yesterday 

I recognized in you something true. 
A gift abused by many 

And appreciated by few. 
Sincerity! Oh, how pure and sweet. 

Why, it is as a rose wreath, 
A great step on the ladder leading to the knowledge of TRUTH, 

Sincerity is given to all, 
But so many crush it and let it fall. 

Sincerity strengthens the character 
And makes sweet the expression in eyes, mouth and cheek. 

So 'tis thus, I found my Friend of Yesterday. 

But now today is a-dawning. 

For Sincerity, a companion is longing; 
A companion to help fight 

The battles of Life's darkness and cruelty. 
So, Wisdom has been chosen for Sincerity's companion, 

To shield and protect LOVE and TRUTH, and help preserve Youth. 
Many are the heartaches held within, 

And many are the sacrifices made during Life's battle with sin, 
But stronger and stronger grows the character 

Of the loved one of Yesterday. 
Offer thanks for the great blessing of Wisdom, 

A second step upon the ladder leading to the knowledge of TRUTH, 
And remember there is ever a helping hand extended to you. 

Happiness comes with Wisdom, 
For when we know more of TRUTH 

We cannot be deceived by those who are untrue. 
So thankful am I for you, a Friend of both 
Yesterday and Today. 

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TRUTH 



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TRUTH 



TRUTH lives in us forever. 

TRUTH lends us a guiding hand, the hand called FAITH. 
TRUTH is the spirit of good that never dies, the spirit that 
some day we must all recognize. 



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THE GUIDING HAND 



The Astral sphere is nothing queer, 

'Tis a place where in silent communion we meet and greet, face to 
face 
Those with whom our lives here on earth were laced. 

Often too, a stranger passes thru and greets you as one of an 
honored few. 
The colors we see linger in the mind thru eternal Life which we 
often call tree. 
Then too, there we find music. 
So wonderful only angels could strum on soul strings of hearts sad 
and gay 
To bring us to realize such gradeur, such feeling, such happiness, 
but we must not stay. 
We must patiently wait till the white-robed angel is sent to our gate. 
There is a time set for all, and for our own good we must work for 
our fellow men 
And heed with prayers and thanksgiving the Life that our Heavenly 
Father has given. 
Be patient, be still and help all that none might fall 
To that great pit which befronts and beckons to not one, but all. 

Tis a pit that carries only earthly things or man's own Idol ; 
The Idol that has caused the fall of nations to sorrow. 

No matter how small or how great, just hesitate and give way to 
an outstretched hand, 
The Guiding Hand that protects a world from its fall, FAITH. 



44 



ROSES 



The sun shines for those who love this life, 

But there is a greater life ahead, in the Beyond. 

Where the Roses bloom, you will find your love 
And the Roses are a symbol of TRUTH. 



45 



RECOMPENSE 



The golden grain of yesterday 

That was sown in the heart of a Friend 
Has ripened to a harvest of Blessings 

Where TRUTH and LOVE shall ever reign. 



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Dedicated to Mr. Sigmond Rothschild 

THE ROBE OF RIGHTEOUSNESS 



The Robe of Rightenusness is as the mountain of peace and rest that 
is cloaked in snow, spotless, because of the purity of Righteousness. 

The glories of the mountain constitute the realm toward which we all 

strive to go. 
But look! Yon river ripples and laughs and sings, and where does 

it go? 
We say toward the great wide ocean, the beginning from the Divine. 
But, ah, dear Friend, life with its sorrovv^s and sunshine is but an 

expression of the One, 
For Life is a part and each part goes to make the likeness of the One. 
Watch your fellowmen and profit by all you find in them ; 
Profit by helping each in his own place to stay. 
And some day when each has found his place and there is left no 

vacant space, 
The One shall then look upon His likeness 
And eternal Happiness shall rest and be as radiant as the Sun's 

brightness. 



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THE OPEN DOOR 



Do not forget there is a door of reformation open to all. 

The birds, the bees, the flowers, the trees. 

They know and understand the thoughts of bound and free. 

As the Thistle is like unto the tear-drop, 

TRUTH forever flows in valley and mountain top. 

The chest of Hope is open to all, 

Just heed the sweet messenger's call 

And let Love, Mercy and Sympathy rest with all. 



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ROSE OF A PURPLE PARADISE 



You with your Wisdom and Pride, 

How beautiful are your petals of crimson love, 
Gradually unufolding to mortals 

The wonderful power within your fragrance; 
That power that turns the minds of men 

To the higher and greater things within. 
And still they ask, 

What is it your blushing beauty calls forth 
Like the innocence of Youth. 

Ah, 'tis simple to explain 
Tis TRUTH— Just TRUTH. 



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Dedicated to Mr. Ed. A. Greenblatt 
THE WORLD AFLAME 



The world is aflame 

With a pride that is false, 
But the iron chains of Fate 

Are being loosened by a cross. 
Those who see beyond the grain, 

For the desert of thoughts 
That come from those strong and true 

Are spreading a flame anew. 
Look into your own heart first 

And see the good that is there. 



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LIFE 



On the waves of this wide ocean called Life 

There are souls tossed upon the rocks of misunderstanding 
and despair, 

And there are souls that glide over each wave of earthly- 
care 

Without a thought of knowing TRUTH'S wonderful glare. 

But there is a day of days ot those souls upon the rocks of 

misunderstanding and despair 
And a night of nights to those gliding along unheedful of 

TRUTH'S wonderful glare. 



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SANDS 



Over the sands we travel 

Toward that dwelling, that oasis in the desert of TRUTH. 
Dear Friend, study the sands as you would a problem unravel, 

For that is the only way to quench the thirst for TRUTH. 



MY PRAYER 



May God, our heavenly Father 

Guide you each step of the way 

Till Life's journey begins anew 

And extend to you, Blessings wonderful and true ; 

Blessings that will bring to you 

The full knowledge and understanding of TRUTH, 



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IV 
LYRICS 



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THE SCRAP BOOK 



When the clock of Life points toward an hour of loneliness, 

Let us review the treasures hidden in the heart of reminiscences. 
There we find scraps of light so bright 

And scraps of sorrow and darkness, 
Tucked in a corner where the Sun never shines ; 

History of Life so great, singer, pianist, composer and author, 
And forms of loved ones now at rest ; 

Pictures of faces that in our hearts found their places. 
And a rose, crimson with youth that resembles all beauty of TRUTH ; 

A Friend's loving thoughts, so sacred and sweet 
That brings blushes to the cheek and quickens the heart. 

Page after page of Life's gilded frames 
Protecting the most costly gifts of earthlj fame— EXPERIENCES. 
Thus we find our little scrap book's contents. 



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ORANGE BLOSSOMS 



When youth has found 

Life is a ladder built of Love and Laughter 
With each step a sigh for a new haven found, 

Then little Orange Blossoms, 
You with all your dainty powers of beauty, 

Grace a pearl's crown 
And with chimes of love ring into a heart 

Songs of paradise bound with memories and Happiness 
By you, little Orange Blossoms, won. 



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SWEETHEART 



Sweetheart, Cupid's captain of hearts ; 

Sweetheart, the One with you ne'er to part. 
The One to love and caress you; 

The One to shield you from care and pain 
And brighten your way from day to day; 

The One with protecting arms to hold you close and bring 
you rest, 
For there is no love quite so blest 

As the love of your Sweetheart, the One ever with you. 
He shares your happiness and tears 

And with you walks thru Life's journey of years 
To help you and protect you 

With prayers to the Father that strengthen you. 
Sweetheart is a companion forever. 

Just try to understand 
And unhappy you will be NEVER. 



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A TOAST FOR THREE 



We only number three, 

But when we are together, we are just as happy as One can be. 
May that One big happiness 

Be ever so great to seal our hearts with a kiss, 

So with our love we ne'er can part. 

Happiness, the greatest gift of the ages, 
For Happiness is something we earn in Word, Deed or Thought 

And a gift quite rare to three. 
So, let us hold it tight that from us it cannot flee. 



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THE HARVESTER A-FAR 
(A Wise Man of the East) 



The Harvester, a reaper of dreams is he, 

Whose love for the beauties of Life give to Mm a worthy 
personality. 
His smile wins for him the songs oif Wonderland, 

His voice so sweet brings happiness untold as he speaks. 
Oh, he is a pride of joy and well knows the meaning of alloy. 

Some day this Harvester A-Far 
Shall dwell in the mountains af Chnajr, 

Where the stars shall twinkle with mystery 
And the moon shall put his soul in tune 

With a love where nothing can mar 
The dreams of this Harvester A-Far. 



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Dedicated to My Dear Friend, Dr. Mary A. Gebancr 
THE TREASURE SHIP 



Many are the voices in tune with the Infinite, 

But few are the harps upon which to play the accompaniment. 

Like unto the violet's sweet modesty i ; 

And the rose's wonderful TRUTH, t 

So it is with you, while embraced in the arms of youth^.,, 

Beyond the blueridge gale . -f 

As a thousand diamonds glittering fi 

Yield a beauty unsurpassed in their gayety and mirth, a 

So are the hearts of men and women, while enjoying youths surf. 

And with the finger tips pressed gently over the lips, 
Youth is abandoned and m comes the treasure ship 
Bringing to the minds of men and women 
Knowledge and Understanding, each with Wisdom. 



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DESOLATION 



When the leaves in the book of Life grow few 

And when read bring thoughts that are not earthly, 
We find little Consolation and much Desolation, 

So 'tis with Autumn. 
The leaves adorn new garments, that of golden, red and brown, 

And their sadness is written all over the ground. 
For Consolation we find the beautiful red leaves, 

But they are overpowered with those of golden and brown, 
So 'tis with Life. 

Our hopes and prayers are many, 
But earthly goods are worth not a penny. 

For in the land of the Beyond 
There is but one golden bond, 

That of knowledge, and that of purity. 
Oft I think we are as the unknown gem. 

For with Desolation 
Our lives are filled to the brim ; 

Filled with sorrow and filled with depth. 
But only the beauties of our wonderful land ; 

Beauties made with Nature's own hand 
Can know and understand. 



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Dedicated to Mrs. P. Walter Brown 

THE FLOWERS OF MORN 



The flowers of morn 

Tinted with streaks of a golden dawn; 
The flowers that have no thorns 

Are the flowers of morn. 

The flowers with all purity and freshness 

Bathed in the perfumed dew, 
Oh, the flowers expresed in blessedness 
Are the flowers so rare, so few. 

Remember, dear friend, though the flowers are few 
They are as precious and good as the mighty blue, 

And some time in each life 
The flowers of morn drift near you. 

Recall my message and treasure their worth 

For there are few who treasure 
And many who crush them to the earth. 

The flowers of morn 
Are the flowers that have no thorns. 



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THE LIGHT 



As the golden dawn of a tomorrow 

Holds its glow of happiness and sorrow, 
So are the hearts of loved ones swayed 

And by the Father in heaven weighed. 

Our temples are only of clay 

And many are found crumbling away, 
So let us not dwell in that temple all day, 

Let us for a while drift away. 

Thur our valley of dreams 

We find most every kind of a day, 
But always there is one, just one, where the sunbeams and 
moonbeams 

Bring us to realize a paradise in memories. 

Crush not the hour's light 

As you would those of strife. 
For 'tis the light that brings our only happiness in life, 

'Tis the light that guides us thru the battle called strife. 



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Dedicated to Mr. Vincent G. Shinkle 
THE ONE WAY 



Live for oday 

And give thanks to the Father of all, 
For the Blessings that in your path 

Have been sent to stay. 

Live for today 

And show your appreciation, 
For the Beauties 

Held in Life's golden gates. 

Live for today 

And help all, no matter how needy, 
How wealthy, how great, how small, 

For not one needs help, but all. 

Live for today. 

Be sincere, be honest, 
Be all that the Father would say, 

For that is The One Way. 



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THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE 



There is one language that reaches all Nations, 
All classes of people and even animals, . . . 
That language is MUSIC. 



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THE HIDDEN BOOK 



A book of treasures unknown to all but me 

Rests on a pedestal called time. 
*Tis a book of histories, the life of bound and free 

Whose personalities are written in the book of my mind ; 
Written in a language as old as time ; 

The language that thru all the ages has been master sublime. 
*Tis a language spoken thru the heart ; 

A language that is from me ne*er to part 
For *tis the language of the soul, 

And many are the hours that only my stories in The Hidden 

Book, console. 



THE TEST 



Oft thru the world we roam 

Studuying Life in all its phases 
And each phase whirls in an orbit all its own, 

But at the end of our journey 
Our thoughts are always turned toward home. 



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THE PASSER-BY 



'Tis but a word caught just here and there 

From a stranger upon one of the walks of Life, 
But to someone, unknowingly it has its weight. 

The word from the Passer-by. 

Here and there, there drifts by 

One whose eperiences the face does not deny 
And as you pass, 'tis but a small word in conversation uttered 

But many ai e the rudiments based upon a word 
Caught from the Passer-by. 

*Tis not such a lonely old world after all 

If only you would stop or pause 
Over some word that has drifted to you from an unknown source. 

Many are the foundation upon which some vvoi.derful story or poem 
is laid, 

And the beauty of it all is, unconsciously a way has been paved. 

Happy are the hours spent 
Both now and in the days gone by 

With thoughts and words, caught from The Passer-by. 



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ONWARD 



The grave is but a step onward toward the Great Divine. 
Heed its call, for it has to come to all. BE READY. 



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THE SECRET 



As a ship sails out to sea 

So my thoughts sail onward and upward for 
thee, 
To weather all storm and strife 

That creeps into your life. 
So mighty is the deep, deep sea 

Whose waters flow with mu^ic and poetry, 
And bring to the mind dreams of a paradise 

That only spheres of heaven entice. 
Life is but a golden dream 

Laded on a ship of a higher realm; 
That realm only seen thru the eyes of the soul 

Whose door is opened by LOVE. 



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